I hate Mondays. Especially this one. I got out of bed (as all days start) and my head really ached. "OUCH!" I yelled as I got out of my bunk-bed. And that's when I started thinking, `whats going on up there? `
Maybe there are builders. Yes builders on top of my head. With their saws, jig-saws and hammers, building on top of my head.
Or athletes. Maybe athletes. Running the 12 inch dash! Who knows it might be the Olympics up there!
I don't really know why this happened. No-one does. Not even Dad!